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An evening with Pluto

Saturn is slowly retrograding and its square to Pluto will be exact in some time. Jupiter is breezing through Pisces and applying a sextile to Pluto. And the fickle Moon will soon quincunx the Dark Lord.

My evening has been rife with Pluto peeking at me: a non-astrological reference in a conversation, a poem that kept whispering in my ear and then a chance click on a link that led me to another very Plutonian poem.

Oh, and Salinger is dead. The full moon today opposes his natal Mars exactly. Franny, Zooey, Buddy, Boo Boo and her little boy, Seymour, and all the people in the other stories: we love you.

Death, darkness, desire. Yes, very Pluto. I believe he was the inspiration for these poems:

The Sick Rose

O Rose, thou art sick!
The Invisible worm,
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,

Has found out thy bed
Of Crimson joy;
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.

- William Blake

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Death the Leveler

The glories of our blood and state
Are shadows, not substantial things;
There is no armor against Fate;
Death lays his icy hand on kings:
Scepter and Crown
Must tumble down,
And in the dust be equal made
With the poor crooked scythe and spade.

Some men with swords may reap the field,
And plant fresh laurels where they kill:
But their strong nerves at last must yield;
They tame but one another still:
Early or late
They stoop to fate,
And must give up their murmuring breath
When they, pale captives, creep to death.

The garlands wither on your brow,
Then boast no more your mighty deeds!
Upon Death’s purple altar now
See where the victor-victim bleeds.
Your heads must come
To the cold tomb:
Only the actions of the just
Smell sweet and blossom in their dust.

- James Shirley

But running parallel with all of this is Paul McCartney’s very sweet Hope of Deliverance. And then, there is the Leo Full Moon…

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Thanks, Jingle. Here’s one that a friend just posted on my Facebook page:

Those Images

What if I bade you leave
The cavern of the mind?
There’s better exercise
In the sunlight and wind.
I never bade you go
To Moscow or to Rome.
Renounce that drudgery,
Call the Muses home.
Seek those images
That constitute the wild,
The lion and the virgin,
The harlot and the child
Find in middle air
An eagle on the wing,
Recognise the five
That make the Muses sing.

She dwells with Beauty—Beauty that must die;
And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips
Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh,
Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips:
Ay, in the very temple of Delight
Veil’d Melancholy has her sovran shrine,
Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue
Can burst Joy’s grape against his palate fine;
His soul shall taste the sadness of her might,
And be among her cloudy trophies hung.

I don’t feel that bad – only I feel saddened by the news of Salinger’s death – I love the Glass family. But he was finally Saturnian, wasn’t he? I have found that the really depressing and melancholic lords out there are Capricorns. Because they never seem to have hope for something better to come in the future. And Pluto, Pluto is just revolutionary.

I agree the Capricorns are def more melancholy and broody, than the Plutonians. They often remind me of that Winnie the Pooh character, “Eeoyre”, whose always “oh me, oh my”, with that droopy face. :-)

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